Arya isn't dead yet.

Although it was really a few seconds ago, the elven girl who knew how to make a difference between the important and the heavy decisively threw away the giant crossbow in her hand to reduce her own weight, and thus withdrew from the bombardment range of the group of arcane missiles in time with a tumbling action after landing on the ground.

She knew that the Greatbow was the only long-range sneak weapon she could use right now, but she didn't want to be instantly beaten into a honeycomb by a dozen Arcane Missiles.

Once you die, everything is over.

All in all, good risk......

"I don't have a crossbow now, and all I have left for me is a hand crossbow and a scimitar." The elven girl was hunched over and squatting in another bush in the dense forest, slightly maintaining the rhythm of her nasal breathing, and muttered to herself, "That monster called the loser doesn't seem to be able to get up for the time being, but the poisonous vine seems to be deliberately luring me to attack her...... I have to be careful. ”

Thinking so in her heart, she looked at the black-dressed, white-haired matriarch and the alchemical monster beside her with a gaze cast from her eyes, and the poisonous vine seemed to be laughing at her provocation just now, although it sounded quite piercing, but there were some things that were right.

For example, the Patriarchess, as she herself said, really has no ability to fight, and the reason why she can force Arya into such adversity is all because of the ability of the loser.

And Arya herself knows that.

"So, maybe I should take another gamble." The elven girl pursed her lips, her eyes full of uncompromising killing intent, "If she's just playing tricks...... Then I must not miss this opportunity! ”

Determined, she immediately removed her only crossbow and scimitar from the belt at her waist while the loser had not yet recovered from her weakened state.

Hatred can make people grow.

But hatred can also lead to a loss of reason.

The elf girl, who had been completely blinded by hatred, chose to forget the safest option of retreat, grasped the handle of the scimitar with her right hand, held the crossbow with her left hand, and used her familiarity with the jungle environment and her own agility advantage to make a silent detour and then rushed out of the bushes in the dense forest with a "swish", and the side face of the poisonous vine was suddenly exposed to her eyes without hindrance.

The distance between the two sides was less than fifty steps left at this moment!

Without hesitation, the elven girl raised her crossbow to her enemy.

Meanwhile. The skin on the shoulders of the loser suddenly broke.

"What?!" Noticing the reaction of the loser, the elf girl, who was carried away by hatred, suddenly fell into shock.

Poison Man smirked sideways and looked at the girl who was attacking her.

Arya turned her head to look at the loser, and the huge and curious alchemy creature suddenly shot out of the body of a dozen squid-like tentacles towards her without warning, she had no idea that the loser's body actually contained these disgusting things.

At this moment, she was in a hurry to sneak attack the poison vines, and her position was at a very close distance, facing the loser on the side.

It's a fatal position!

The dozen or so tentacles that popped out of the loser's body were drawn towards her at the same moment, and she had to temporarily turn the target of her crossbow and scimitar to defend, but unfortunately it was too late.

The movement in the dagger jungle startled an owl standing in a daze on a treetop branch in the next second.

The poison vine folded her hands comfortably and listened to the sound of blood coming from her, the terrifying sound of blood splattered from the tearing of her flesh into her ears one after another, and she could clearly see what was happening between Arya and the loser throughout the listening process.

Rewind the time a little. The Patriarch of the Demon Sect saw that Arya's hand crossbow was whipped away by one of the loser's tentacles before she could fire a magic arrow, and the elven girl then turned around and swung the scimitar in her other hand to cut off the loser's second tentacle, and then the ensuing scene turned into a one-sided bloody massacre.

The bloody slaughter was manifested in the fact that the loser drew a dozen other tentacles towards Arya, and for a moment it was like a series of sharp spears piercing the latter's body.

The elven girl's delicate body was stabbed in a very short period of time, and her pupils were dilated by pain, and she soon became covered in bruises, and in the eyes of the poisonous vines, she was as enchanting as a blooming blood rose.

Soon, noticing that Arya's head with a golden ponytail was hanging limply, the poison vine raised his hand and shouted "stop" to the alchemy creature that had regained its feet from the ground, and then let the loser wrap his tentacles around the elven girl's wrists. Hang the latter up and hang it in front of you.

"Do you have any last words, little girl?" The poison vine calmly raised his head and looked at the elven girl in front of him, and asked with a false sympathy on his face.

Arya was wrapped in the loser's tentacles, and her wrists hung in the air. With difficulty, she half-opened her emerald green eyes and looked at the Patriarch of the Demon Shepherd.

In the middle of the night, she exhaled a breath and asked with weak hatred, "You... Why... Not dead? ”

"What you shot down was just an illusion." Knowing what Arya was asking, Poison Man replied disapprovingly as he looked at the other party's blood-stained face. "Have you forgotten? Ten years ago, when I was in the Far South Forest, I also carried with me a Void Pocket containing large bundles of magic scrolls. After all, I can't be directly involved in the battle. ”

After that, the white-haired woman in a long black dress shook her head with a slurping sound, as if to laugh at Arya's recklessness and impulsiveness in the face of herself, or perhaps in the tragic way the poor elf girl was on the verge of death.

However, no matter what her true thoughts were at this time, the elf girl who was hung in the air by the loser with tentacles was still dripping blood from the ground under her feet at this time, and she was afraid that she would not live long.

“…… Kill me. Arya hung her head, staring at the woman diagonally below her gaze, and threatened with a faint breath, "What if... You're now... Don't kill me...... The next second... I'll look for opportunities... Kill you. ”

"You're trying to emphasize that our feuds don't end, don't you?" The poisonous vine raised an eyebrow, raised his right hand and stretched out a finger forward, gently hooking the elf girl's chin a little, "Just the way you look like you're being manipulated by me now?" ”

As the words fell, she quietly admired Arya's scars, but after ten seconds, before the elf girl could be angry and insulting, she suddenly withdrew the fingers that were against the bottom of the latter's chin as if she had lost interest, and then groped for an amethyst gem with a strange glimmer from the long black dress.

"Do you want to... Do what? Arya's eyelashes fluttered at the strange behavior of the poison vine.

"Remember the experiment I did right in front of your eyes? About the alchemy of the human body. As if to prompt Arya to recall a past incident, the poison vine mentioned a clue in Arya's words in a guiding tone, and held the amethyst in his hand between the index and middle fingers and shook it in front of the elf girl's eyes, "Now, instead of killing you, I plan to save you, you have to thank me." ”

As she spoke, a wicked smile curled into her mouth, and she reached out and inserted the amethyst from her fingertips, which reflected a glimmer of moonlight in the woods, into a gap in Arya's chest.

Feeling a sharp pain coming from her chest, the elf girl seemed to recall some terrible past event from her memory, and the emerald green eyes in her eyes suddenly showed a look of fear.

"Wait... Stop it... Stop......"

The girl stared at Amethyst, and in a weak voice, she demanded that the poisonous vine immediately stop its actions.

But the Patriarch of the Demon Sect kept a wicked smile on her face, and of course she wouldn't do what she asked.

Then, the moment the amethyst came into contact with the blood and flesh, it was like a bloodthirsty leech breaking away from the fingertips of the poisonous vine and automatically burrowing into the depths of the girl's flesh......

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Anyway, I feel that this chapter uses a little sensitive words, don't get excited again...... (To be continued.) )